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Dalton Zoo boss David Gill autobiography extract 1

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I WALKED about three steps from the bed; just reaching the doorway of the bedroom. It was then I heard somebody coming up the stairs.

I assumed it was Alison. As I turned the corner, thinking I was about to meet her, a very big, strong hand grabbed me by the neck. The person with the grip pinned me to the wall, obviously trying to strangle me. It was happening so fast I didn’t have more than a second or two to think and the only explanation I could come up with was that I was being burgled.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t say anything and then the man said, in absolutely no uncertain terms, “You’re sha**ing my wife and you’re going to die.” He then plunged a knife straight into my neck. I felt it puncture my neck and felt the blood spurt out, it splattered onto the wooden laminate floor, I could almost see it. I could feel the knife enter my flesh and there was a dramatic heat which came from the feeling of my blood rising to the surface and then leaving my body.

I was in a complete state of panic but somehow I managed to push his hand away from my neck. I then held onto the left side of my neck with my hand. I knew I had to keep the blood from leaking to the point where I could bleed to death. I held that puncture tight, I for dear life.

Had I not done so I wouldn’t be writing this now.

The man, who I had by now realised was Alison’s husband, stabbed me again in the neck. This time I reacted more quickly and pushed him away instantly. He stumbled at the top of the stairs as I pushed past him, sliding in the pool of my own blood which covered the floor. I ran down the stairs, screaming in hope Alison would hear the commotion.

“It’s your husband, it’s your husband, he is trying to kill me!”

She came out of the downstairs bedroom completely bewildered by what was running towards her. She was stunned but started to shout at her ex-husband. In my mind, I thought I should go into the bedroom to protect her. He followed me into the bedroom, still white hot with rage. He had been carrying both a carving knife and a Stanley knife.

For whatever reason he didn’t actually use the carving knife on me.

He came towards me and punched me like a sledgehammer, straight in the face. Once again, he said, “You’re sha**ing my wife and you’re going to die.” He lunged forward with the Stanley knife, aiming to stab me again. This time I ducked out of the way, and the knife just caught the side of my face. I lashed out at him and knocked the Stanley knife from his hand. It flew across the bedroom into a pile of clothes and he bent down trying to find it again.

By now Alison had called 999 and the police were on the other end of the line — though I didn’t know it at the time. Her husband, who I now know as Richard Creary, started to scream at me, “You’re going to die, you’re going to die!” all of which was recorded by the police. I quickly determined that he wouldn’t kill his own wife and the best thing for me to do was to get out of the house. I was dying. I knew I was dying. The blood was flowing from my neck like a waterfall; I had to hold it with a cobra-like grip.

I ran out of the house. I ran and ran. With a burst of adrenalin I jumped straight over the seven-and-a-half foot gate at the entrance of the park, all the way across the car park and down the hill.

 

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Wow, even hampered by his injury Mr Gill managed to make a high jump which would have earned him a place in the Olympic final. Wonder if his nose is growing?

Posted by Milkybar on 5 October 2012 at 17:46

Mike, I presume that you meant to write that all of us Dalton lads are one 'brain' cell idiots? not sure though, as I am just a thick Rugby player... yes Mr Creary was convicted, as are most people who plead Guilty.. Your point to this is?

Posted by Dalton Lad on 24 May 2012 at 17:14

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